An unexpected day of worry and sorrow. It's all at the Substack around 1 AM, because there was nothing else I could think to write about. More here Monday, with updates.

I wrote all the following before, so let's just roll with the inconsequential stuff that makes up the ordinary days in which all goes well, or at least just goes.

Curious what the Creek and Woods looked like today? Sorry. But here's an old VHS tape I found from 1998.

Kidding, of course, ha ha. Filtered. I shot this for Wednesday's Substack, which wandered all over the road, like a Bleat! But for paying customers. Anyway, this is the bare expanse now.

We have some AI video experiments to show you. More of my attempts to animate motel postcards, for fun. As you know, I am keenly interested in AI misfires and errors. I'm trying to get a woman to dive off a board into a swimming pool. This seems to confound the AI.

No. I'm sorry, but no.

Extra-seriously no NO.

An awful frustrating dinner at home, when I was making pasta for the family - my father was there, being brusque and intrusive, turning down the temperature on my pots, putting lids on things that didn’t need lids. He took all the pasta for himself and my sister, leaving none for mother or me, so I left, expecting someone would notice. No one did. I intended to go to McDonald’s, and also to buy some cigarettes, but I kept getting sidetracked in large old abandoned facilities that looked like abandoned western themed parks. I ended up at one bar and waited forever to buy some cigarettes, but no one waited on me, and I left in frustration.

Went to a drug store, where I got behind a large number of customers, giggly girls who knew the cashier. When it was my turn I tried to pay with pounds, and explained that I was giving the clerk more than enough, and then she took another pound from my hand. I said no, that’s not how it worked, and said I wanted my money back. She wouldn’t give it to me, and stood there looking mock-sad while I explained I would put this on the internet, and I excoriated her for messing with a writer. Mocking laughter followed me out of the store. I ended up back in the Western-themed abandoned structure, and couldn’t find my car - ran into two friends and burst into tears and told them I kept finding myself in this place, and I hated it.

AI Prompt: An immense abandoned Western-themed amusement park with many staircases and balconies, twisty and confusing

Firefly model:

Not bad. But GPT nails the mood of the dream.

The sign is a nice touch, don't you think?

LET ME EASILY SLIP MY SCAM IDENTITY INTO THE PUBLIC CONVERSATION

Everywhere he goes, he finds them. Every waking moment is saturated with the reminder of human corruption. Solution here.

That'll do. Now, having gone another round the latter part of 2025, I will retire to the corner, where my cutman will smear my face with Vaseline before pushing me out when the next round starts.